The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 228

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Side Story Episode 18

 

The Grand Master was surprised.

 

‘For Count to come personally…’

 

Two days ago, news came that they had discovered Roji, who had deceived Arzen and disappeared.

 

However, it wasn’t such a significant matter. He could have sent someone to confirm it.

 

‘To think he would come personally…’

 

Arzen arrogantly gestured with his chin. The Captain of the Knights approached him.

 

“What’s the situation?”

 

Arzen, who asked this, had his green eyes looking toward the Cursed Land.

 

Beyond it, a powerful tornado was sweeping across the ground.

 

The Grand Master reported everything to Arzen.

 

“…Two days ago, as I wrote in the telegram, the woman entered the Cursed Land.”

 

And Roji must have died in there.

 

Even if the abnormal weather hadn’t occurred, it was madness for an ordinary woman to enter the Cursed Land.

 

With a tornado occurring as well, she must have surely died.

 

“We should dispatch an elite unit.”

 

Then Arzen spoke up.

 

“Count, surely you don’t mean…”

 

“When the tornado stops, we go inside.”

 

At Arzen’s command, the Grand Master’s expression hardened.

 

That woman must be dead.

 

The tornado swept through, and they wouldn’t even be able to find a trace.

 

But why…

 

“Will you disobey?”

 

A knight does not disobey.

 

The Grand Master knelt and bowed his head.

 

“…I accept your command.”

 

* * *

 

This was the second time I was seeing that tornado.

 

I encountered it in the first year of living in the Cursed Land. Back then, I thought I might die.

 

But somehow I survived.

 

Rihardt poured enormous magical power into artifacts for an entire week, and I purified him.

 

That’s how we endured it.

 

‘I can endure it the same way this time.’

 

Of course, that tornado seems bigger than last time…

 

I hurriedly brought Yurta into the cabin and swept all the artifacts from the shelf.

 

I had to install even one more. Before the tornado came, before this cabin got blown away!

 

“Over there.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Not there, it’s more efficient to place it by the window.”

 

I limped toward the window. My blistered soles stung sharply.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“…Ha.”

 

I heard an exasperated sigh from behind me. At the same time, my vision flipped.

 

My body was suddenly lifted.

 

“Yurta, what are you doing?”

 

“Stay still.”

 

Yurta’s arms, holding me, tensed with strength.

 

With blisters burst and rushing around placing artifacts. My already ruined feet got even worse.

 

Without even listening to my response, he strode over and sat me on the sofa.

 

Then without hesitation, he knelt at my feet and carefully grasped my ankle in his hands.

 

No, this is an urgent situation!

 

“Ha. You tried to run away with these feet, Sister.”

 

No, it wasn’t running away, I was going to check the potatoes…

 

I gave up on making excuses now.

 

“Says the one who was going to take me away with these feet.”

 

“I could carry you.”

 

How terrible.

 

As he caressed my ankle, an old memory surfaced. Yurta grabbing and twisting my ankle…

 

I was about to pull my foot away from that horrible memory.

 

“Let go, Yurta.”

 

“Stay still.”

 

That low voice sent chills down my spine.

 

“Where is the medicine?”

 

…Right. I need to apply medicine first.

 

Somehow I felt reluctant. The fact that it was Yurta applying the medicine…

 

“The medicine is on the shelf…”

 

As soon as I finished speaking, Yurta shot up. I stared blankly at his retreating figure.

 

‘As expected… it’ll be hard to become close with him.’

 

Only horrible memories come to mind.

 

It wasn’t for nothing that I kept my distance from Yurta.

 

But even so, he tried to stay by my side somehow.

 

I let out a sigh.

 

Yurta, who had brought the medicine bottle, knelt in front of me again. A water container was held in one arm.

 

Though his movements were careful, a strange unpleasant feeling still settled in my chest.

 

“Yurta, I’ll just do it myse-”

 

Swoosh-

 

Yurta poured water over the wound. Intense pain invaded my brain.

 

“Ah! It hurts!”

 

“…Does it hurt?”

 

“Wouldn’t it hurt you?”

 

The transcendent before me blinked as if unable to empathize with my pain.

 

“It hurts!”

 

“But I need to wash off the dirt, Sister. Please endure the pain.”

 

“You could pour the water gently.”

 

Of course it would hurt even if poured gently. But wouldn’t it be better than just now?

 

If it were Rihardt, he would have adjusted it well on his own, but Yurta seemed unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

 

Well, when would a noble young master have ever tended to others?

 

“I’ll just do it myself.”

 

I tried to take the water container Yurta was holding.

 

“Did that bastard also do this for you, Sister?”

 

There were a few times Rihardt applied medicine when I fell.

 

Come to think of it, Rihardt was also clumsy at first like Yurta, but soon became skilled.

 

As I was recalling what Rihardt was like, I met with a menacing red gaze.

 

“He did.”

 

Oh.

 

“How dare he…”

 

Anger was embedded in his low muttering voice.

 

“Ri, Rihardt didn’t do it for me.”

 

Even as I hurriedly made excuses, I couldn’t understand why I had to act this way.

 

“…Are you close enough with that bastard to call him by name?”

 

“Yurta, calm down.”

 

“Do I look like I’m going to calm down?”

 

His menacing aura showed no signs of subsiding. He seemed genuinely angry about this situation.

 

I was worried he might lose his mind with jealousy and do something reckless without thinking.

 

I placed my foot on Yurta’s thigh with a soft thud.

 

“Then you won’t treat me?”

 

“…”

 

The foot that Yurta had washed with water was wet. His thigh slowly became wet as well.

 

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to do it.”

 

His large hand slowly gripped my ankle. His gaze, filled with sticky desire, looked at me.

 

“…I will do it for you.”

 

His aggressive mood obediently subsided.

 

Yurta didn’t remove my foot from his thigh. He carefully held it and let the cool stream of water flow again.

 

This time the water stream wasn’t strong.

 

Both his thigh and my foot became wet together.

 

* * *

 

Kwaaaaang-!

 

It was noisy all dawn due to the tornado.

 

In the end, I couldn’t sleep a wink.

 

I finally got up from my spot. Though it was still early, morning was approaching.

 

Outside the window was still chaotic.

 

Several tornadoes had formed in the sky.

 

There was even a tornado heading straight for the cabin, but fortunately the artifact had blocked it well so far.

 

‘Yeah. There’s no way Rihardt would come.’

 

He probably wouldn’t be able to come for a week. Especially since Rihardt, being a transcendent, didn’t match well with the malice of the Cursed Land.

 

‘Then I have to live with that guy for a week…’

 

…The fact that I had to spend the next week with Yurta felt overwhelming.

 

‘Sigh. Right. Everyone’s life is the same…’

 

…It won’t be.

 

…Because it’s Yurta.

 

Still, I was relieved that he wasn’t making a fuss about taking me out of the Cursed Land.

 

I turned my gaze away from the window and opened the door.

 

“…Ha.”

 

When I opened the door, I heard low breathing sounds from outside.

 

Though the cabin had two rooms, Yurta wasn’t using Rihardt’s room. So he was staying in the living room.

 

“Hauk…”

 

…Is Yurta in pain?

 

His breathing gradually became rougher, like a suffering beast.

 

Come to think of it, I had used Yurta at dawn to fully charge the artifacts. A considerable amount of mana would have drained from his body.

 

Moreover, the Cursed Land was a place full of malice that suppressed the energy of transcendents.

 

‘On top of that, with the tornado hitting, it’s understandable he’d be burdened.’

 

…Though I didn’t want to, I had to purify him.

 

Yurta had worked hard too.

 

So I carefully went outside my room.

 

“Ha, Sister…”

 

Yurta was calling for me desperately.

 

In the past, when the mana inside his body went berserk and he suffered, he would call for me like this.

 

I killed my footsteps and approached behind the sofa.

 

I could see Yurta’s back over the sofa’s backrest. He was deeply buried in the sofa with his head thrown back.

 

I could see sweat drops flowing down his jawline, wetting his Adam’s apple.

 

…He seemed to be pitifully writhing in pain.

 

I was a bit worried and was about to call his name.

 

…Tak tak tak.

 

If only I hadn’t heard that strange sound.

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